Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores was confused from her fever, she didn’t catch what Matthew had said fully, only managing to hear that sentence of ‘I won’t touch you’. She let go of her hand in peace.

Matthew took off her knitted sweater, on her crystal-clear skin were still traces of water. She was cold and her body was still shivering, she twisted and turned her body, wanting to find a cosy spot. Matthew looked at her, her cheeks were red because of the fever. Her hair was moist and sticking on her cheeks. It looked very similar to an intense night when her sweat had drenched her hair, and that sexy look when she had been drained of all energy.

Matthew felt his whole body heat up, if Dolores wasn’t sick, this time, he really wouldn’t control himself.

He inhaled deeply, and turned away his gaze, covering the blanket on her.

When her clothes were taken off, she felt her body warm up, and she reached out to tighten the blanket around her.

Matthew turned up the heat in the house, he picked up the clothes on the floor and put them in the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door, put on some hot water, took off his own clothes and took a hot bath. After that he changed into some clean clothes. With a dry towel in one of his hands, and another hand rubbing his hair, he walked out to the side of the bed. He threw the towel used to rub his head on the table, and used the other dry towel to wipe Dolores’ face and hair.

He had taken a hot bath, and his body temperature had restored. That’s why he could touch her. He carried her up, and put her under the blanket.

Dolores could feel the heat from his body, she hugged him and snuggled in his arms, her head as if a little kitten, burying in his neck.

Matthew looked as if his soft spot had been triggered. Not moving, his muscles clenched tight. Dolores was not wearing clothes, her tender body was moving around on his body, and his feelings were swaying.

He wasn’t someone with no self-control, but in front of this woman.

His self-control, was literally a joke.

Dolores was in a blur, totally unaware of the situation she was in right now. She was cold, and wanted to find a warm place to snuggle in, and this warm place was Matthew’s arms.

Her hands were not honest, because she realized, this warm place was blocked by something. She wanted to remove this thing.

Matthew lowered his head, and looked at her hands which were tugging at his bathrobe. His eyes were dim.

His Adam’s apple was moving up and down, his voice was low, “If you continue messing around this way… I’m afraid, I can’t control myself.”

He was a human being, please don’t test him in this way.

Dolores completely couldn’t hear what he was saying, she only wanted a warm ‘place’.

Helplessly, Matthew clutched her hands.

uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowed. Her hands struggled, “Hmm, let me go

around anymore.” Matthew controlled himself, and the fire that was raging within him, “If you continue messing around, I

stopped moving, and

his head and looked at her, and heard her

Matthew, “…”

fallen asleep just like

too fast, he had already decided to not control himself. And now in the end, she had

she

Just like that?

Knock knock –

the doctor.” Boyce’s voice rang from outside the

bed to cover Dolores with the blanket properly. Her whole body was wrapped up, only her head

very decent, Matthew then went to open the

wearing a pair of glasses, in his hands was a

quickly let them

had some reservations, so he said, “I went to look

wouldn’t be anyone playing tricks

sideways and said

to the side of the bed, and the doctor followed him over, putting the medical box on the table, took out the thermometer and placed it in Dolores’ ear. With a press

high fever, it’s 41 degrees,

into water.”

put the thermometer back into his medical box. She must have suffered from chills in the water. In this weather, if she fell into the water, it

be coldness in her body, make some ginger tea for her to drink to get rid of

the lady in bed, her face was even

medicine, wrote on it the intake and quantity, put it on the table, “Let her eat now. When her

you, I’ll send you down.”

a while, he was

too, so I got the hotel chef to make two bowls.” Boyce

tea. He passed the bowl to him, and took the other one, “You wait

“Alright.”

on the table and helped Dolores sit up. Dolores was just